A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've been throughout your whole relationship.

Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.

Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy of being No-one's sleep under so many lids.

Everyone once, once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again. But this having been once, although only once, to have been of the earth, seems irrevocable.

Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.

No great art has ever been made without the artist having known danger.

I am learning to see. I don't know why it is, but everything enters me more deeply and doesn't stop where it once used to. I have an interior that I never knew of... What's the use of telling someone that I am changing? If I'm changing, I am no longer who I was; and if I am something else, it's obvious that I have no acquaintances. And I can't possibly write to strangers.